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لا تضل كل ساعة تسأل
جاي ارمم بالخراب البيه عفته
ولا تگلي شيوجعك، توجعني انتَ
انا صح عانت بعدك، بس قويت
وهاك هاي أسأل صورك
أمس لمن گلبتهن ما بچيت
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I know we are over, and I know the paths that once brought us together have been erased.
there is no longer a single road that leads me to you, or you to me.
but why haven't you ended within me? you left, yet you left everything of yourself behind inside me your presence still lingers, your memory refuses to die, and your voice still wanders through my mind as though it lives inside me I try to run from you, only to find myself returning to you, as if I am trapped in a circle with no way out. I try to forget you, only to discover that I remember you even more. you are no longer with me, yet you are in everything; in the places we never went, in the songs we never listened to together, and in the night when everything falls silent except you. how do I free myself from someone who is no longer here, yet still exists everywhere inside me? we left each other, yes, but you never truly left me. and perhaps that is my real pain: that you ended in my life without ever ending within me.
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يجي يوم انگلب خوش گلبه بالدراجة هاي التگعد الواحد بالبيت فد كم شهر من وره الاغاني الاسمعها
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بعدني كاعد لأن كل ريلز اشوفه وكل اغنية اسمعها وبكل وقت الزم التلفون وافتح برنامج أكو اشياء وأكو افكار تجي براسي تخليني افكر
التفكير طلع اصعب من الي جنت متخيله بحيث جنت اضحك على اي واحد يگلي ما اكدر اسوي فلان شي لأن التفكير ماكلني
